Paradise Lost : Book VII. (John Milton Poems)
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that nameIf rightly thou art called, whose voice divineFollowing, above the Olympian hill I soar,Above ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that nameIf rightly thou art called, whose voice divineFollowing, above the Olympian hill I soar,Above ...
But shall we take the Muse abroad,To drop her idly on the road,And leave our subject in the middle,As Butler ...
But this sad melancholick disquisition,Did not befit our jovial disposition,In these our days; therefore when we had mournedFor this good ...
Where'er I turn my restless eye,Wand'ring from earth to heaven, from sphere to sphere,Great God! I feel Thy present Deity,Every ...
As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls, to go,Whilst some of their sad friends do say, "The breath ...
THOU who guidest the swallow and wren,Keep the paths of the flying men!Over the mountains, over the seasThou hast given ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
1.ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.I sit alone, a sorrow half ...
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine,Warm without Sun, and shady without rain,Fann'd by an air, that scarsly bent ...
JOHN, oh John,Thou honourable birdSun-peering eagle.Taking a bird's-eye viewEven of Calvary and ResurrectionNot to speak of Babylon's whoredom.High over the ...
PLANT it safe and sure, my child, Then cease watching and cease weeping; You have done your utmost part: Leave ...
Observe the clasped hands!Are they hands of farewell or greeting,Hands that I helped or hands that helped me?Would it not ...
Lately, I've been watching them, peckingfuriously at the ground,then retreating into the eucalyptus,where they stagger like compassesbefore their tiny hearts ...
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine, Warm without Sun, and shady without rain, Fann'd by an air, that ...
As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do ...
1. They named the child Orc, he grew Fed with milk of Enitharmon 2. Los awoke her; O sorrow & ...
Moored to the same ring: The hour, the darkness and I, Our compasses hooded like falcons. Now the memory of ...
Observe the clasped hands! Are they hands of farewell or greeting, Hands that I helped or hands that helped me? ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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